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chapter fourteen
outnumbered
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CORDELIA, LEE AND Carter had just finished a case involving a Wendigo and a Skinwalker, to say it was a rough couple of weeks would be an understatement. Currently, they were hunkered down in a little bar just outside of Minnesota.
After a tense darts game with her uncle and an oddly normal sighting of Carter trying to flirt with a redhead at the bar ⸻ Cordelia needed air. The room soon grew too hot with all the sweaty bodies and she was growing claustrophobic.
So, as her uncle sat back down at the small, round, wooden table, lifting his beer to take a sip, she told him she was going to get some air.
"You need me to come with you?" He asked, eyeing the lightly swaying girl who stood before him.
Cordelia gave her uncle a dry look, "I'm going for air, I think I'll be alright."
"Last time you went for air by yourself, you got slashed up," he pointed out, narrowing his eyes at the girl.
Cordelia huffed at her uncle's words but figured he had a point. "I'll stand by the window so you can see me," she gave him an exaggerated smile as she pointed over towards the window in question, "Happy now?"
"Very," he replied, tone mirroring her sarcastic one.
She rolled her eyes and gave him one last look before she made her way out of the bar. Once the air outside hit, she felt calmer. Sometimes it got too overwhelming, hunt after hunt, bar after bar.
She used to like that, back when she was in college; hunting, bar crawling, now... not so much. But what else could she do? She didn't want to go back to Stanford and until she found Jess' killer, she had a job to do.
No matter how much she hated it, she made a promise. Not only to her aunt and uncle but to Jess.
As she stood under a street light, her brows furrowed as a clanking noise was heard. She looked around, confusion written across her delicate features.
